Searching through my computer I came across what on the face of it appears to be some traditional folk-esque music but in actuality it was a training mantra for those who may wish to take action upon the country I am presently located in.

Have you ever walked the lonesome hills
And heard the curlews cry
Or seen the raven black as night
Upon a windswept sky
To walk the purple heather
And hear the westwind cry
To know that's where the rapparee must die

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rapparee (any of the dispossessed native Irish who employed guerrilla methods to resist the English: http://www.britannica.com/eb/article-9062712/rapparee ).
A historical group set up to appear as a standard by which to act and espousing the use of guerrilla insurgent tactics and the potential to be construed as a reward/final destination. Numerous traditional groups have been brought back before to aid with modern efforts: see reintroduction of samurai during World War 2 Japan.

Since Cromwell pushed us westward
To live our lowly lives
There's some of us have deemed to fight
From Tipperary mountains high
Noble men with wills of iron
Who are not afraid to die
Who'll fight with gaelic honour held on high

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Attempts to instil a mindset upon the listener while providing historical reasoning and a sense of belonging.

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight

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Further establishing a historical precedent for actions today and setting up the illusion of long term disregard of the people while insulting a prominent historical figure many hold in high regard (precedent for people disallowing historical figures to be insulted: http://www.theregister.co.uk/2007/09/19/tu...outube_blocked/ ). Use of religion (see last line containing religious punishment) to further establish the mindset.

Of one such man I'd like to speak
A rapparee by name and deed
His family dispossessed and slaughtered
They put a price upon his head
His name is known in song and story
His deeds are legends still
And murdered for blood money
Was young Ned of the hill

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Example of how fanaticism can lead to ones name being legend and the payoff for the actions. Can be interpreted as a standard by which to act.

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight

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An apparent chorus, see previous dissection.

You have robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us from our land
You tried to break our spirit
But you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland
That will forge an iron will
As long as there are gallant men
Like young Ned of the hill

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Ending of song further attempts to instil disdain and summarises the mantra:
reason
reason 2
reason 3
comeback
comeback 2
comeback 3
[this should be you]
[Someone to aspire to be like].